RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Amazing colors of sound being emitted from delicate instruments
orchestrating the wonder of music, clasping hearts closely and
swinging to rhythms, justifying senses of being.
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Mind playing in recesses of hidden talent coming to the surface
with melodies jarring them out of spaces of safety, tossing a-
side after-effects of living in misery.
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Drumming steadily in this darkening night, taking us up and down
many pathways of memories, sticking to measures of chords that
continually enliven and send everyone into spaces of joy.
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Wanting to go to extremes of life, looking to discover the in-
trigue of impossibilities all the way into making them possi-
bilities.
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Feeling the rocking of melodies matching with the wonder of
rhythms that are being caught in webs of enlightenment and
kept closer than ever.
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Preparing for another horizon, sunsetical shores looming ahead,
watching their funeral colors coming to light, filtering silent-
ly into the near-future without being seen.
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Rock me baby, take me into your arms and love me all night long,
whisper sweet nothings in my ears, kiss me passionately and so
intimately all through the darkness of night.
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Lasting and loving throughout life, hoping for peace and serenity
to still our hearts and minds, keeping and giving soothing rhythms
of music to each other.
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Hanging together as we go into wings of prayer, holding each other
closely, minds open and hearts unfolding our love, making it more
intense and palpable in the long run.
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These days nothing seems to fit in the scheme of things for our
country, democrats and liberals fighting for atrocious policies,
regulations and laws.
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